People see
fragments of what they used to be
People see
right through me
People ache
with every breath they take
People ache
to see the reflection they call fake
People bleed
as they crawl on hands and knees
People bleed
from their pride and selfish greed
People cry
as they reach the end of life
People cry
as they collide and finally die
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
